Page 92 of Sing Sweet Nightingale

“You won’t hurt me. I want it all, Hunter. I don’t want slow.”

Pushing infinitesimally more inside, I don’t allow myself to thrust fully inside her yet.

“Are you sure? Once I get a full feel of you, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Yes. I want you, Hunter. Do it, fuck me.”

I don’t hesitate; my battle with my desire to be gentle losing to my need to have her. Giving her what she wants, I thrust deeper. Impaling myself inside her tight pussy. Her back arches, and her walls tighten around my cock, squeezing me, pulling me deeper. Wanting more. With each fluid thrust, she takes more of my control with it.

Our breaths mingle as I hover over her, trying to retain my control and not thrust fully, seeding my knot inside her. I said I wouldn’t, not yet. And at this moment, that’s all I want to do. The beast inside me demanding it. It wouldn’t solidify our bond, not without my bite and the full moon, but I want the first time she takes me, the first time I feel a female around my knot, to be our bonding.

She wriggles and rocks her hips, wanting more. Leaning back on my heels, I lift her hips to meet mine, watching where her body takes my cock. The sight is erotic and ignites the primal part of me that knows she’s my mate.

Mine.

My thrusts become harder, faster, and erratic, pumping my cock into her until I reach my knot. Bumping it against her clit with every thrust in a way that makes her squirm and scream.

“That’s it, little bird, scream for me. You like it when my knot rubs against your pretty pink clit don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” She nods and groans again when I press deep, stopping when all but my knot is inside her.

I press down and swivel my hips. The movement causes us both to moan in pleasure. My balls tighten at the sensations. The smells and sounds fill every one of my senses until all I know is her and us. The feel of her soft skin against mine, the smell of her desire mingling with my own, the sounds of her pleasure ringing out unhindered, and the taste of her still lingering on my tongue.

“Come for me my sweet Nightingale. Come on my cock and squeeze me inside you. I want to smell your cum on me.”

Lottie grips the back of my thighs, digging her blunt nails in, pulling me closer. I thrust into her hard, and she whimpers.

“Again.”

So I do it again.

“Again.”

I pick up speed until all I can hear is the sound of our skin slapping together. My knot threatens to slip inside her, her wetness inviting me in.

“Fuck it feels so good. I love it when your knot pounds against me. Oh, shit, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.”

My balls tighten in anticipation, her walls clenching down hard on my shaft as her orgasm rips through her. Her screaming moans and shaking body, an instant aphrodisiac, causing my own orgasm to shoot up my spine, tighten my balls and shoot down my cock buried deep inside Lottie.

I press so close it wouldn’t take more than a slight movement to thrust my knot inside her, but I don’t. My shaft stiffens, and I roar out my release. Pumping my cum inside her tight pussy.

“That’s it, take my cum.”

Holding tight to her hips, I rock inside her, milking out every last drop of pleasure.

It takes a minute before my dick stops twitching inside her from every little movement we make. I slip my cock out of her and fall to the bed at her side, pulling her naked body against mine and find comfort in holding her until my racing heart calms.

Lottie burrows her face into my chest and curls in. Wrapping my arms around her, my inner beast sighs in contentment. Our legs are tangled together, my grandmother’s quilt crumpled beneath us. Needing to care for my mate, I’m unable to rest for long before standing and making my way to the bathroom.

Lottie makes a small, happy noise, nuzzling the blanket when I gently extricate myself from her. I return within moments, warm damp towel in hand to clean us both up. She lets me, and I tuck her under the blanket, joining her after depositing the towel in the hamper.

She easily finds a comfortable spot lying atop my chest and sighs blissfully. The sounds shoot straight to my heart anddeeper. I never knew a person could burrow so deep inside my soul so quickly that my entire being wants to latch on to her and never let go.

Others have told stories of how it feels when you give in to the mate pull and connect with the other person on a level deeper than anything human could ever be. I just never expected to feel it for myself. Now that I have, I’ll do everything in my power to keep her. Give her anything she asks of me and some that she doesn’t.

My fingers move lazily over her bare shoulder and back, tracing the lines of her shoulder blades and spine, running up to play with the short strands of her hair. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is deep and calm. I’m not sure if she’s fallen asleep or not. When her hand begins to move on my chest in a similar pattern to mine on her back, I know she hasn’t.

“How do you feel, my sweet Nightingale?” I whisper in a low voice.

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